The pleasure was almost too intense and she couldn’t stand it.
He devoured her p***y, driving her toward a second orgasm that she didn’t think she was capable of having, but he did it, pushing her over the edge. Before she had even finished, he moved up the bed, settling between her spread thighs.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
“You’re crazy if you think I want you to stop. I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, making me yours again.” She screamed as he pushed in the wide tip and slammed to the hilt in one quick, hard thrust. Taking his c**k was immeasurably more satisfying than his mouth. Bethany wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his rough jawline and neck. She couldn’t get enough of him, his scent, and everything Caleb.
She tried to match each of his stroke
